Mark loved how hisĀ girlfriendĀ was so innocent at times. But to be honest, he couldn’t imagine her playing a prostitute, though it sounded really attractive to him… But he couldn’t afford to think like that, it was just disrespectful towards her. But in the back of his mind he kept thinking about how wrong it was it was right, he was a guy after all. But he felt like a jerk thinking like that. He needed to stop. He took a deep breath and started arranging things for when Luna arrived.
He felt a little stupid because she knew everything about musicals and he knew nothing. He’d have to learn a lot, even though he didn’t even like musicals so much. But he’ll watch her whole collection just because of her, because he loved how she smiled when she talked about them, and because every excuse there could be for him to be with her was perfect, he just loved spending time with her, getting to know her better, and just doing stuff they liked. What could be better than that? He didn’t know what could possibly be better than having Luna, he was so happy he had made the right choice.
As his parents were away, Mark had kind of a mess in his house. So he hurried around the house, arranging things, picking up other things, until everything was in order. He was even surprised and proud of himself at the same time, he had never cleaned the whole house, ever, in his life. The effect Luna had on him was positive, he liked it. The Luna Effect. He snapped himself back to reality, Luna was going to arrive in any second. He looked at his phone for the hour, and realized he had finished early. He was surprised of himself. So what would he do now? He didn’t want to pace around in circles until the bell rang, he’d look like a pshyco doing that, so he walked upstairs to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth. He had already brushed them twice, but there was nothing else he could think of doing, until Luna arrived. He wanted her to be there already… Shocked by his own thoughts, Mark felt like a creepy stalker. Hopefully Luna didn’t see him as that.
As Luna sat alone downstairs, she felt the weight of her words crash onto her shoulders. She never exploded on people....
For some reason, Luna’s words hurt him. Good job, idiot. He looked down as she spoke, his brows furrowed. “I’m sorry,...